Valeria's POV
The car pulled up in front of a building that looked more like a palace than a restaurant. A burgundy awning stretched from the entrance to the curb with the restaurant's name embroidered in elegant gold script, Le Bernardin.
"Wow!" Elliot exclaimed, pressing his face against the car window. "Mommy, this place looks fancy."
"It is fancy," my father confirmed with a slight smile. "But the food is worth it, I promise."
A valet opened the car door for us. My father stepped out first, then helped Elliot down before offering me his hand. I took it, grateful for the support since my legs still felt a bit unsteady after everything that had happened this morning.
The entrance had doors made of elegant dark wood. A doorman pulled them open for us, nodding respectfully. "Good aft
